Sunday, November 29, 2015

Once Again, Another Burgeoning Crisis!

From the NY Post:

People having sex with horses on the rise in Switzerland

I really don't know what to make of this, except that I pray it doesn't have anything to do chocolate consumption. Or Swiss cheese…I really like Swiss cheese. I do suppose we have probably solved the mystery of where yodeling came from.

I personally think we're looking at a side effect from the Large Hadron Collider…they fire that bad boy up looking for the Higgs boson, next thing you know horses are whinnying all across the country. This is where we have to ask ourselves whether continued scientific inquiry is worth a bunch of really ugly ponies. Not to mention some pissed off horses.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Survived Another Black Friday

When black Friday comes, I'm gonna dig myself a hole
Gonna lay down in it 'til I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me, the Archbishop's gonna sanctify me
And if he don't come across I'm gonna let it roll

When black Friday comes, I'm gonna stake my claim
I'll guess I'll change my name

— Steely Dan
"Black Friday"

Well hell, survived again!

Didn't leave the Bunker except to walk Newt and scrape the snow off the solar panels. 

Thanksgiving dinner here was wonderful, kinda low-key "classics." My Sweetie's brother smoked a brined turkey breast and bought us some gold potatoes from the local organic farmers he works for, which I quickly converted into garlic mashed potatoes with local garlic roasted in Greek olive oil and a little cream added to the mix. I made 2 different dressings, both family recipes — the first a Southern sage/cornbread dressing; the second more of a New England-style oyster roast/dressing. I also did the baked spinach (fresh local spinach, an egg, a little cream and sauted onions, in ramekins and baked) from the Quickenberry cookbook. 

My Sweetie made her spectacular Italian bread (from The Bread Baker's Apprentice, a wonderful cookbook, forget waht I said about sourdough starter…YEAST with Italian bread), a very English fruit salad (Nigel Slater, I believe) and another family recipe, flawless dumplings! For dessert, an amazing chocolate cream pie, which she'd selected after an exhaustive Internet search from Food And Wine Magazine. She made the crust from Walker's chocolate shortbread cookies shaped like little Scottie dogs. Everything came out just perfect!

Wine-wise, I went with 2 NZ whites, Giesen Sauvignon Blanc and a great Kim Crawford unoaked chardonnay; after dinner I tacked Aussie with  Hardy's Whiskers Blake tawny port, bliss in a bottle!

Pushed the rehab exercises today, adding in the stationary bicycle to the hiking and the various specific exercises. Am probably incapable of getting out of my chair tonight…LOL! I tried some basic dry-fire drills — step-draw-fire sort of things — and it didn't go as well as I had hoped. I think I need to slow things down to a crawl and let me leg relearn what it's supposed to do. Gabe Suarez has a good article on core skills on his FaceBook page. Too cold to go outside and shoot, anyway.

And, of course, the day's wrap up from THE ONION:
42 Million Dead In Bloodiest Black Friday Weekend On Record 
According to emergency personnel, early estimates indicate that more than 42 million Americans were killed this past weekend in what is now believed to be the bloodiest Black Friday shopping event in history. 
First responders reporting from retail stores all across the nation said the record-breaking post-Thanksgiving shopping spree carnage began as early as midnight on Friday, when 13 million shoppers were reportedly trampled, pummeled, burned, stabbed, shot, lanced, and brutally beaten to death while attempting to participate in early holiday sales events.
Enjoy the leftovers!!!!!!

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving from the Secret Hidden Bunker!


Remember our troops, who make it all possible.

For me, I pause to remember my dear friends who have passed from this veil of illusions…I am thankful for the times we had.

Bless you all! 

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Thanksgiving Shopping!

I'm doing some cooking out of Robert Koller's Quickenberry Vegetable Cookbook for this Thanksgiving, specifically a baked spinach dish in little ramekins…oh wait, can I still say "ramekins," since it sounds vaguely Arabic? Like maybe a holiday none of the rest of us get to celebrate? It would be pretty niggardly to to remove words from the dictionary just because of how they sound…oh wait…never mind.

Robert was so gracious to us, and his food so spectacular, while we were in New Zealand, that I can't wait to work from his book. Actually, we're having a very small family Thanksgiving here at the Bunker. My Sweetie's brother is smoking a turkey breast, my Sweetie is doing dumplings (one of her specialties), an English-style fruit salad, a chocolate creme pie and her great Italian bread. I'm doing the spinach dish, family recipe sage dressing (oysters in my portion, of course) and roasted garlic mashed potatoes.

I think I'm going with an NZ white wine…haven't decided which one yet. I mean, I could shift gears and go with a light pinot noir, but one never knows, does one?

Meanwhile, back at the Apocalypse...

This Thanksgiving I'm thankful that I'm upwind of Denver. I'm also thankful that I've already seen the Ghost and the Darkness and Sue the T-Rex at the Field Museum in Chicago, plus I've had a Chicago-syle deep dish pizza at the original Uno's in Chicago, so if the city get burned down, looted, reduced to rubble, whatever, over the Thanksgiving weekend, I'm still a few points up.

I'm also thankful I'm not flying:

Police with machine guns at U.S. airports this holiday weekend

I'm also profoundly thankful that my Sweetie's sourdough culture came from a kit, rather than…"domestically" grown. 

And finally, a few thoughtful Thanksgiving words from George Orwell: The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Something That Really Bother Me...

Why would the United States spend so much money on something that is driving Americans to hang, strangle and suffocate themselves?

Look at this chart:

Since 1999 there has been a 99.79% correlation between U.S. spending on science, space and technology with suicides by hanging, strangulation and suffocation!

Almost 100% correlation!

This is nightmarish! How many more people must die horribly before we end this needless obsession with science and technology?

You may ask yourself what you can do as a single individual, a tiny nit on the back of the mangy dog that is America, to stop this nightmare, but even the smallest, most inconsequential, person can help!!!

We're asking you today, right this minute, to join MOMS DEMAND ACTION FOR SENSIBLE SCIENCE SPENDING IN AMERICA! We'll be partnering with other like-minded groups funded by the same billionaire (as soon as we find our billionaire) such as AMERICANS FOR RESPONSIBLE SCIENCE SOLUTIONS TO SUICIDE and EVERYTOWN FOR SCIENCE SAFETY to create an unstoppable wave of mothers, fathers, household appliances, cats, beavers and yes, even SUVs to end the scourge of hanging, strangulation and suffocation suicides caused by irresponsible spending on spaceships, electronic thingies and stuff the military might use.

We have reached out to no less than SHANNON "Kneepads" WATTS and MARK "Starman" KELLY to head our new organization!

Please send you $100 and up contribution today! Please make your checks out to "CASH, ℅ Michael Bane," General Delivery, The Secret Hidden Bunker, Colorado.

Remember, if we save just one life, it's worth it!

And if you've gotten this far, take a minute to also remember that correlation does not equal causation, no matter what the antigun idiots say!

But, hey, send the money anyway!!!! LOL!

Friday, November 20, 2015


"Don't take advice from man who threw his shoe at a crow…"
— "Penny"
Big Bang Theory

Between rehab, SG/TBD/new projects and pushing to finish Bill Wilson's book, I'm GROUND INTO THE GROUND.

Next week is Thanksgiving, and I'm going to take some time to, like, sleep. I'm watching a movie on J.M.W. Turner, one of my favorite painters. Probably a mistake. I have a spectacular print from the British Museum of "The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up 1838" in my office. The original of course hangs in the National Gallery in London; I have been privileged to sit in front of it and ponder, insomuch as I can ponder.

Last time we were in London we went down to the Royal Museums Greenwich for a wonderful Turner  exhibition.

I would love to spend Christmas in London, but it's not in the cards this year. Warsaw would be cool, too…sigh.

The mule deer rut has pretty much run it's course. Yesterday we were driving into Ft. Collins for some errands, and the saddest, most dejected little mulie buck I've ever seen wandered across the road. He had 4 little point, his tail was down and still, his head down and it took him about 10 minutes to cross the road. "That is," my Sweetie said, "the most depressed deer I've ever seen."

So, little guy, tough break on spreading the old DNA…I was much the same way myself in college. I saw the local herd buck today, even stopped to take a picture, but he was still to spooky. As I passed him, I looked back downhill and saw a mack daddy mule deer laid up in the brush. The local stud has 5 points on each side, but the big guy in the bushes was huge, big wide rack. About 200 yards from my office window. Cool.

I schedule my knee replacement surgery for the week after SHOT, which is ASAP since my rehab is going so well. My goal is get through that rehab before SG and GUN STORIES ramp up full bore, then me and my brother Rick…well, cousin, but he has always been a brother to me…my old and dear friend Tim Wegner, SG producer John Carter, Marshal Halloway and hopefully all our mutual friend Kyle Lamb will go up in the Smoky Mountains to hunt Russian boar and feral hogs. Chef Tim will be doing the cooking, hopefully the rest of us can keep him in pork. I'll be using the .458 SOCOM I built up last year…I'd hope to take in into the field before now, but that just didn't work out. Lotsa .458 ammo and components around now, so that' an omen...

Monday, November 16, 2015

On the Unlikelihood of Slaying Monsters...

...and, yet, the reasons monsters must be slain...

I was reading a novel, THE RELIGION by Tim Willocks,  set in the years of the Crusades, specifically the Great Siege of Malta in 1565, when the massed armadas of the Ottoman Empire sought to capture the island of Malta from the Knights Hospitaller, the Order of the Knights of Saint John of Jerusalem. I was struck by a quote early in the book. As the Hospitallers await fall of the great crescent blade, their leader said something that I believe is as germane today in the hours after the Paris attack as it was then:
“The flux in God’s crucible is infinite in possibility, and in that final outcome only God will know who it was that tipped the balance: be it the knight who died in the breach, or the water boy who slaked his thirst, or the baker who made his bread, or the bee that stung the foeman in the eye. That is how finely the scales of war are weighted."
 Think about that a minute. "The flux in God's crucible is infinite in possibility..." I have long talked and written about the concept of "chaos," not just in the sense of systems inordinately sensitive to their initial conditions, but systems in which so many factors, known and unknown, are acting on the system that "prediction" is impossible.

Violence — the violence of war or the personal violence of men — are just such systems. There are too many factors acting on the system for us to truly predict the outcome. I have read today that it is the height of foolishness to even suggest that one person, or 2 people, or even 3 people with handguns could truly turn the tide in a terrorist event such as Paris, or Mumbai. Foolishness! Arrogant American rednecks and their little guns! How can they imagine to stand against trained killers?

And yet, in Garland, TX, one man with a gun made all the difference in the world. "That is how finely the scales of war are balanced."

I'm going to quote here from my friend Caleb Giddings from Gun Nuts Media:
Carry your guns. This kind of thing absolutely could happen here. Yes, the odds are low, and yes you’re more likely to get killed by heart disease or in a car crash. But if it does happen? Fight.
Suppose it is you and your resistance that tipped the balance? Be trained. Be armed. Be ready.